Arrival in Spain

Arrival was a bit weird. Air France lost my bags between Paris and Malaga, so I ended up staying the night in Malaga with a group of fellow UofM Granada students who I met in Paris´s De Gaulle airport (coincidentally, two of the three of them had their bags lost as well).

I also had a bit of an episode in De Gaulle, when I dropped my ticket/boarding pass somewhere in the airport, so I ended up buying another ticket, but when I went to the check in desk, someone had found the ticket and they brought it back to me, which saved me the 118 euro. The story is a bit more complicated than this, but I´m not sure it´s really worth the page space. Essentially, I lost my ticket, it was found, and everything was alright.

Anyway the four of us spent the night in a cheap(er) hotel in Malaga, and after 30 hours of travel we decided to simply sleep instead of doing much exploring. Malaga is a beachside community, and it was rather warm there (probably in the high 50s or low 60s) so I assume I´ll be going back there to visit at some point during the next few months, but at the moment it was just somewhere to sleep and wait for my bags.

We went back to the airport yesterday, and they had most of our bags, except one guy, Ben, whose stuff they have yet to locate. It might be stuck in Paris, it might be lost, it might be in Moscow for all the airline knows.

Most of the other students showed up at the airport around 3pm, and we took the 2 hour bus ride with all of them to Granada. So far it seems like a really cool place, lots of quaint little cobble-stone side streets and little cafes and shops. Pictures soon.

We're all spending three nights in a hostel together, and after that´s over we´re all going to be moving in with our families. I´ll be living with a 36 year old beautician and her 14 year old son in their apartment, and that´s all I really know so far.

That´s it for now.

Adam